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64 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 1, 2009
"Some days, I can almost feel too lucky to live. What have I ever done, to deserve this? The words might as well be painted in great white sky-letters above my head, like clouds that follow me around and never rain on me."
"Honey to look at, salt on the tongue, and then a lingering aftertaste, a spicy eau de cologne laid down over the taste of him, the man himself: he was as complex as his wine. And that was only the skin of him, and only what my mouth could discover there... touch was something else... a silky-smooth resilience with the firm shift of muscle beneath, like fish in water... like nothing, truly, except himself."
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